Farewell, gentle May, with your blossoms so bright, Your days bathed in gold and your soft, fleeting light. The petals you scattered now drift to the ground, A memory whispered, a soft, fleeting sound. The lilacs have faded, their fragrance grows thin, As summer steps softly, her warmth rushing in. The breeze that once carried … Continue reading Farewell Gentle May.

Oh, welcome, dear May, with your soft, tender light, Your blossoms awake after long winter's night. The meadows are painted in green and in gold, As spring whispers secrets the flowers retold. The trees stretch their arms, dressed in garments of green, Their branches like lace, a most delicate scene. The sun hums a tune, … Continue reading Welcome May.